Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet: The Potter Makes All Earthen Pots Alike


World’s mole-hill good is dwarfed by mountain bad!
The righteous few by countless evil hearts;
That God’s beside the upright makes us glad;
Do good all life, ignoring evil arts!

No instrument is evil by itself;
Its use by man decides its value true;
Man’s heart can be like angel or an elf;
The net result depends on what we do!

The man behind the machine decides use;
The mind behind an idea, abuse;
A gadget can better or worsen things;
Equal are paupers before God to kings!

The Potter makes all earthen pots alike:
The devils aid to earn divine dislike!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-15-2009

Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2009
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